wind blows fog settles on my brow – its mist sends damp coolness across my face I recall you and your fresh skin taunt…
at the zoo today a lion died
I saw it take its last roar
exhale through opened
mouth – tongue out
dried and crying
I was watching before it
hit the ground –
calling the ladies to its side
a final valiant breeding effort
a final event to pass on a kingdom
a legacy of strength.
and who was there as it stumbled –
children [...]
distance between us climbs further and further upwards, beyond aspens, evergreens, spruces, pines, beyond timberlines, currents of Rio Colorado sweep away those…
Kristen Scott my Curlew is flying east chasing daybreak white sands, shifting over easiness like kite and tale, I hunger to untie…
Kristen Scott Is it strange to feel relief over death to feel ashes rising from your shroud into crowds of thorns, briars,…
Kristen Scott I see you in horned rimmed glasses, maroon sweatshirt and white feathered hair as soft as down and easy against my thighs…
Kristen Scott Speaking for Others: The Poetry of Sam Hamod “I have always wanted the hands of the people to be seen in…
Kristen Scott Federico Garcia Lorca was the outstanding poet of his generation in Spain and some of us feel, in the world. His words still…
Kristen Scott When twilight beds down with night the world calms birds hush we nestle together entwined in the lull Kristen Scott has published poetry…